Jemma stands back, astonished. "Skye, when people go to the Fridge, they don't come back out."

Sky sits up in the bed; "I don't have a choice. I have to save my people."

"The revenants? Save them from what?"

"We've been here a very long time Jemma; centuries before humans. We've evolved to live off blood; it's what makes us stronger, faster. S.H.E.I.L.D. found out about us and created a virus to wipe us out. It triggers our feeding instincts, makes us crazy with hunger, but not for human blood, for our own kind. Everyone is turning on each other, killing their family, their friends. They can't stop themselves!"

"I don't believe S.H.I.E.L.D. would do that. We're here to help integrate, to bring everyone together to fight common enemies. To make the world a better place for us all."

Skye looks at Jemma in her naivety, wishing the humans who cursed her people were so pure of soul.

"We feed off humans and that is a threat to them. They are weaker, but what they lack in strength they make up for in ruthlessness. I was burying another of us when they found me, we've been losing people steadily for the last few months. That's why I'm here. I need to get to the Fridge and find the virus strain they made, so you can formulate an antidote."

"Me? Did you set this whole thing up? Make me fall for you so that I'd betray my own people, give up all I've worked for to help you?"

Skye takes Jemma's hand. "It may have started out that way but it's changed. I care about you and I know you'll do the right thing. This virus could kill my entire species."

Jemma pulls her hand away. "A species that kills humans!"

"No, we don't kill. We take only what we have to. It's the virus that's forcing us to kill our own, the infected are out of control."

"That's what you do, you take. You could have killed us all on this plane by now, but you just sat there, letting Ward beat you. Having me worried sick as you lay there with broken bones and blood spilling everywhere. You could have told me!"

"I couldn't Jemma, not until I knew I could trust you! Otherwise all you had to do was make a call and they'd either kill me right here or blow this plane out of the sky with everyone on it. Besides, don't tell me you weren't under orders to pump me for information. I spend more time in here than in my own cell for Christ's sake!" Skye sighs, grasping at her chains tightly; "They're attempting genocide. If we don't stop them… who's next?" She implores, searching Jemma's eyes for understanding.

Coulson walks into the command room to find Ward studying Skye and Simmons up on the screen; "Update Ward?"

"Nothing Sir, Simmons is just patching her up."

"Very well, let me know if she gets anything out of Skye."

Grant nods as Coulson turns and leaves the room.

The specialist pulls out his phone; "It's Ward, just as we expected, she plans to find the virus and return it to the nest. I know, for years we've been trying to find their nerve centre, now she'll lead us straight to it. As soon as Skye steps foot inside we'll set off the transmitters in the virus, it will infect every revenant within a mile radius. We'll take those blood suckers down once and for all." Ward smiles smugly. "Hail Hydra!"

"Jemma." Fitz knocks on Jemma's bunk door.

"Yes?"

"I made tea." Fitz holds up the two steaming cups.

"Come in." She replies, sitting at the bottom of her bed, a pensive look on her face.

"What's wrong? You kind of ran out of the lab."

"I just needed to clear my head. Skye… she…"

"You like her don't you?" Fitz says with a knowing smile.

"I do not! She is my patient and more importantly, not even human."

"Jemma Simmons, is this not a Thor poster I see above your bed? Since when were you such a speciesist?"

"Since she told me our species is trying to kill hers."

"What now?" Questions Fitz, setting the tea aside.

"Skye isn't human, her blood reacting with mine it's because she feeds off it. I let her feed from me and she got stronger, her wounds healed in seconds."

"Excuse me? You let her feed from you, as in suck your blood. She could have killed you!" His eyes widen with shock and anger.

"Skye wouldn't hurt me Fitz. She's gentle and sweet and if the rest of her species is anything like her then they don't deserve to die."

"Jemma you have to keep your distance from her, you don't know if what she's telling you is the truth."

"I'm so confused Fitz." Simmons confesses, burying her head in her hands.

"All hands on deck, we're pulling up to the Fridge." Comes Coulson's voice across the comms.